There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

It doesn’t.
Instead, I find myself shivering under his touch. Hardly able to hold still
when I’m dying to press my clit against his palm, aching for him to rub the
ball of his thumb across it. I want his fingers inside me. His cock inside me.
Cole lifts the showerhead once more, rinsing the last remnants of shaving
cream off my skin.
My pussy gleams, as smooth and soft as a fresh spring peach.
Cole can’t take his eyes off it.
“Feel that,” he says, taking my hand and placing it on the silky soft mound.
My fingers glide over the skin, ten times as sensitive as it’s ever been. It feels
like I was made this morning. Like nothing bad has ever happened to me.
Venus, rising from the sea-foam.
Putting his hands on my knees, Cole pushes them all the way apart.
He leans forward and trails the tip of his tongue across my pussy—tracing the
path of the razor back and forth, up and down. Testing his work with the most
perceptive part of himself.
I let out a groan, thrusting my hand in his hair, pushing his face into my cunt.
I grind that smooth little pussy all over his face, shivering with the sensation
of his soft lips, wet tongue, and the barest trace of stubble. I feel it all like
I’ve never felt it before, and I melt into his mouth, starting to cum before I
even realize what’s happening.
I ride his tongue, the softest part of him against the softest part of me. The
warmth, the bliss, is intensely intimate. I’ve never had oral from a man who
wants it more than I do. He’s tasting me, smelling me, lapping me up. So
hungry that I could never satisfy him, even while he’s gorging me with
pleasure.
When the second climax passes, I almost feel guilty. I reach for him, wanting
to return the favor.
“Let me suck your cock.”